Within the black cycle i was brought to life,
With the tears and blood of the first experience,
I grew from the black tongue.
I sojourn in the land beyond the beyond,
For the land always greener on the other side.
Confused i was like a shadow of no appearance,
The dawn of the day beside me,
Starring at me in the face,
I learnt greener it isn't on the other side at all time.
Like the tale of the prodigal son,
I returned to my black earth.
Where i learnt to till with my fingers,
And crawl on my kneels.
I found my true path along the black route,
And in it i glitter like diamonds.
I'm black and glittering is my identity.
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem